Chapter 407: The Pope (2/2)

”Yes! Of course, I know this! But—”

”But what? He's been racking up achievements like crazy? He keeps running into shalkers? You really think that he's one of those heathens on the other side?”

”Yes! Exactly! The things that he's been doing are so lucky and convenient! It can't be a coincidence or humanly possible!”

”I guess that does have some merit to it. But it's nothing but speculation. It's not like there weren't any other shalker sightings in the past year, he just happened to get famous from it and hold his own. There's nothing suspicious about it. At this rate, your gray hair will begin to fall out, I say you should calm down and focus on more important things that deserve your stress. Like you know, the war and all.”

”What about the cube? Is there anything you can do with it?”

”The cube?” The pope raised an eyebrow. ”The cube of Abagon blessed upon us by the gods themselves has not reacted in a very long time, and I doubt it will now or anytime soon.” He sighed, and pulled out a cube from his pocket, one made of dazzling crystals of a white, heavenly aura, only the light it emitted was rather dim compared to its beauty. ”I even used the cube on him back then, and it sensed absolutely nothing, which just confirms he was just a kid they adopted without a shadow of a doubt.”

”Yes! But I just have this feeling about him! I can't explain it really! And you're the only person I know who can help me on this.”

”Cade old friend, at this point you're truly too paranoid over nothing. As you keep your secrets secret there should be no need for alarm. Are you trying to hide the fact that you're doing this because you think that your little grandson won't be able to beat him in this tournament?” The pope grinned and leaned back into his seat.

”No! Of course not! I have no doubt he's gonna win!”

”You know, if you really feel that flustered about it you can do a little modifying, it's your world after all.”

”What! Even I won't stoop so low! Aghh! Nevermind that! Are you willing to help me or not!?”

”Hmmmmm…” The pope thought deeply before a smirk emerged from under his cigar that he disintegrated into thin air, standing up with his robe of pristine white hovering over the wooden floor as he walked towards the door on the other side of the room.

”Normally, to anyone else, I would just call them crazy and leave since I have other things to do. BUT! For you Cade old friend, I'm willing to do anything. Don't take my playful banter too seriously. I don't know, maybe I'm just denying it because I'm too afraid to consider if it's true…” And with a sombre look towards the supreme general, he left without another word, leaving Cade Walker all alone with a headache brewing from under his furrowed eyebrows.